Oh muse
Your callused hands sore
From endless fits of art
A Dragon and a Doe
Honey breath whispers
of a harmful conformist society
And the song that the old wrinkles sing
Your lions mane
fills me with cliche metaphors
My mind is put to rest from it's insistent battling
of passionate and lethargic thoughts
I wish to sing to you nostalgic childhood
watercolors
of gentle blue giants
Let's race together through the forest
And drink cold tea in the rain
I want to trace the runes on your translucent skin
But you don't deserve me
For I'm a petty mortal
In the presence of an Elvin Queen
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
I am at the curly wolfe
Looking at the spruce trees
Behind them lies an army
of
Stout Little Soldiers
Drinking Lemongrass Tea
With Raspberry Tarts
They yell and squeal and raise their hats
Armed with tiny toothpicks
For to them I am a great blue giant
Peering through the Spruce
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
nutemeg oil
drenches
An Index of Hexagrams
delicate as an fairy
her knife dances
The Galaxy into Her Skin
sleeping on her
bed of bay leaves
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Never Snort Whiskey
just to snort whiskey
Dip your toes
in buckets full of gin
I do apologize
My father likes sardines
and chamomile tea
He truly doesn't care
Shrooms. Acid. ****
Either you die
Or you don't
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
Mia Mya oh sweet Mryia
Walking down the apple path
A gust of wind
And now she broke
Mia Mya oh please Mryia
Skipping to her mushroom house
A gust of wind
And now she's lost
Mia Mya oh no Mryia
Diving in the acid pool
A gust of wind
And now she's gone.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
Dear Poeta,
I suppose I should be studying
But instead I write vain thoughts
Sweet Iambic pentameter
One-two-three-four-
rest
One-two-three-five-
rest
Iambic stress
Iamb stressed
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
We all wish we were poets
Smouldering
Forgotten passions
With Deep
Intensity
Selfish wanderings of a restless soul
Cascading over the cricket shell
Empty yet humming
Delirious yet craving
Societys
Blessing
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Her name sounds like butterscotch
And she moves like a fairie
Whispering of whiskey kisses
And cooing like a songbird
Her laughter echoes in my ears
When I call her beautiful
She says my soul is lovely
And so is my poetry
If only she realized the power of her elfish grin
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC